"To the Chief's son! To Hiccup!" They yell.

I raise my cup. I sit next to my father and Toothless. He has finally stopped cuddling with me. He was now fully developed in devouring a bucket of fish. I realize that for a long time... I was starving. What exactly did I eat? Except of boar and roots. I never realized how much I missed a good, cooked meal.

"Eat my boy. Eat." Dad pats my back.

I nod. I take a leg of some kind. I start eating it. I hate to admit it, but I was starving. 

"You really scared me!" Astrid punches my shoulder.

I don't even flinch. I don't even feel pain anymore. Ten years of pain will do wonders for you. Astrid looks at me in surprise. Maybe I was too busy eating. She punches me again. Nothing. I turn to her.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing... just wow, you're stronger." She says.

"Had to be." I say through mouthfuls. 

You don't know how many hours I've had to fight. I can't remember a single moment of peace. I just remember killing. I remember doing things I never could before. I've burned camps, single handed. I have slaughtered hundreds if not thousands. Ten years can change someone dramatically. She moves her hand over my beard.

"It looks good on you." She smiles. 

"Thanks." I grab her hand.